It is a tad late. First major gun should be twelve or thirteen at the latest. :^)
He started me shooting when I was 10.
That was my first “my own gun”.
[frankly, I’d have preferred he handed over the Ruger but that wasn’t gonna happen]
He made up for it later.
He gave me his 1966 Centennial Winchester 30.30 with all the gold plated fittings because a 30.30 was what I grew up hunting with.
Still in the original fancy box and has never been shot.
It’s too pretty to shoot.
:)
[I just go out back and plink the crap outta stuff with the and the Beretta 9mm. Fun fun fun!]
Um, at least I ~used~ to until I lost all our guns in a horrible boating accident.
*ahem*